I'm not a violent person but I want to kill that bitch. Look at her fawning over those boys at the table; all bashful smiles and girly giggles as she playfully brushes that mane of perfect dirty blonde away from those freckly pixie features and smoky, bed-me eyes. Fucking hate her. Lucy's worked here a year longer than me. Knows the regulars better. Gets the best tips that she provocatively tucks away in her bra. Which to...

I walked into the kitchen to see you with your back to me, dressed in just a tank top and a pair of plain black panties. Thoughts of the previous night came flooding back to me as I remembered the way you had fucked my brains out, taking me to places I had never been. We spent the night wrapped in each other with our scent filling the air. I was quiet, walking softly through the kitchen to you as you stood at the coffee m...

"Get in that kitchen and cook my dinner, wench," he says, as he unties me. "Yes John," I say, using the name we use when he goes into character to dominate me. We don't go in for a full-time BDSM lifestyle, but sometimes, like today, 'bedroom' activities extend into other areas of life. By using his play name I'm indicating my willingness to continue. We go down to the kitchen. He has dressed by now, but I am still naked....

Gina: Coffee is on. Swing by the house. I smiled as I looked at the message. I was halfway through my shift and a cup of coffee was definitely in order. Fortunately, I was assigned the housing sector of the military installation to patrol that day. The morning was overcast and there was a chill in the air...typical of an early spring morning. I drove the patrol vehicle to the area of the housing sector where she lived. I...

Max and I had been together for a couple months. Not only did I like hanging out with him, I loved having sex with him and I wanted to try everything! Except for our shower party fun, we felt quite limited to explore since we both had roommates. Also we worked all week long and lived an hour apart from each other, so we only got to spend weekends together. When we both ended up with time off from work, we decided we shoul...

I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free his cock and ride myself to oblivion on his colossal prick, other customers be damned. It's a constant need inside. A throb that I wish would go away. But it consumes every...

Nicolas Conde was a tall, attractive man from Spain. From his family's small company, he had created an international conglomerate over the years, based in New York City. It wasn't a straight rise to the top, though. He had allied himself with some disreputable people. He got in so deep, he thought he could never respect himself ever again. But, one evening, he had met a mysterious woman in a sea of vacant socialites: Emi...

I stand in my walk-in closet, humming that hip dance mix and subconsciously tapping my feet to the rhythm. The second I opened my eyes this morning, I noticed a good energy about it. I took an extra long shower, dancing under the water, imitating those cute "caught in the rain" movie scenes. I slide my fingers through my outfits, picking that super soft black t-shirt that feels like butter on my skin. I slip into it and i...

J got up, “I’m going to take a shower. I won’t be long. Stay here,” she said, wrapping a towel around herself and walking out of the door. The door didn’t latch when she pulled it behind her. Instead, it stayed open just enough so that I could see into the hallway. Not long after the shower started, J’s roommate walked down the hall. She was wearing a different shirt, which was shorter. I could see that she had a thong on...